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The sea is calm, just sailing away.
A storm looms, beyond the horizon.
And we talked.
Talked about the past.
Talked of our future.
Talked of the paths.
Talked about us.
And all things that might happen.
We didn't laugh.
We didn't cry.
We just stared, in silence.
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